Ning Shu opened his eyes, and the stone steps that had originally gone straight up and down suddenly made a turn after the death of the three demon beasts, and a narrow mountain path appeared in front of him, with a cliff on one side and a cliff on the other.

The mountain path was narrow and thin to less than a meter wide, and the remnants of the robe were carried by the mountain wind, drifting towards the bottom of the cliff, like fallen leaves, and finally disappeared into the clouds.

"It's really narrow, it definitely can't fit Yuan Youtao. ”

Ning Shu sighed with emotion, looked at the mountain road in front of him that had to be passed, and stepped forward.

He found that on this mountain path, it was impossible to walk leisurely like in the forest before, because if he straightened his body a little, he would be swayed from side to side by the mountain wind, and the next moment he would fall off the cliff.

Maybe everything is an illusion, but Ning Shu has no intention of trying it with his life.

He bent down slightly, holding his hand to the side of the mountain wall, and carefully moved his steps.

One step, two steps......

I don't know when, Ning Shu had an extra sword in his hand, and he inserted the sword into the cliff wall beside him with his backhand, and kept moving forward with the sword as a support.

The ordinary longsword was used by him as a nail rake for hoeing.

A sword and a hole, a sword and a foot.

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There was a person sitting in the middle of the mountain road, a little fat, he didn't walk, but the mountain road was a little narrow for him, he almost stepped on the air and was overturned by the wind and fell into the cliff, just when he was in a dilemma, he heard heavy footsteps behind him, accompanied by the sound of opening the mountain and tearing the earth, looking back, stunned all over his face.

The young man, dressed in tattered clothes and covered in blood, walked towards him step by step. The sword in his hand kept plunging into the mountain wall, and then slowly walked in front of him.

Ning Shu looked at the person in front of him who was blocking the middle of the road with a surprised expression, that person was a little round, but it was not to the extent of Yuan Youtao, but it still blocked most of the mountain road.

He didn't know what this person was surprised about, and he didn't seem to have any intention of getting up to make way, but Ning Shu decided that he couldn't touch this person, what if he squeezed people down?

So he turned sideways and carefully moved the seated man against the cliff.

The person sitting cross-legged looked at the young man's distant back, and his face was cloudy.

He watched the young man stab his sword into the mountain wall, and thought to himself, this is a good way, why didn't I think of it?

Then he took out the sharpest dagger he was proud of, and stabbed it towards the cliff.

The knife snapped in response.

Not even a single white mark was left on the cliff.

"Why could his sword go in!?"

The fat man's roar echoed throughout the mountains.

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The trail is long.

Ning Shu didn't hear the man's roar, he continued to move forward, walked through the difficult mountain road, and the scene returned to the mountain forest.

On the way, he saw fellow travelers like him.

A middle-aged man, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, his expression was extremely painful, and tears slowly flowed from his eyes, and in front of him were three copper coins of the same size, all of which had been covered with a thick layer of ash.

Ning Shu remembered that he was a disciple of the Hexagram Sect, and he had seen it in front of the Land Temple before, and his strength was quite good.

No one knew what kind of mental impact this young master was enduring, and there were bloody tears in his eyes.

Further on, more people appeared in Ning Shu's eyes one after another.

There were dogs with wings, unknown Taoist priests, and soldiers in armor who couldn't see their faces, without exception, everyone was in pain, some were crying, some were fierce, and some even sat on the edge of the cliff, and if they took a step, they would fall.

He passed through the crowd.

Ning Shu couldn't help them, if he could, he would definitely pull the man on the edge of the cliff back, and he would definitely take away the hand of the person who was slashing his neck with a dagger, but he couldn't, under the light of this moonlight, everything could only be on his own.

Walked for a while.

He stopped.

There is a bluestone in front of him.

He walked to the bluestone and saw a line of words engraved on it.

Thinking is far away.

"It's rude for a climber to carve the words casually. ”

He thought for a while, and felt that it should be the words carved by the people who used to go up the mountain to make a commemoration, because when he was in Ping'an City, he saw someone carving 'so-and-so to visit here' on the tree on the Qingcheng Mountain outside the city, and his brain rarely put down the taut strings, and he subconsciously classified the inscription on the bluestone into this category.

After all, the cultivators who came to watch the moon in Luyang, how could they have the leisure to engrave words here and sigh about life?

It just so happened that he was also tired from walking, and it was really frightening on the mountain road before, so Ning Shu simply leaned on the bluestone and closed his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes again, shifted his body, looked sideways at the line of writing on the stone, and wondered, "Why is this handwriting so familiar?"

Then he began to search his mind for someone to match, perhaps because he was too tired, and his thinking ability was much slower than usual.

First of all, exclude the people of the city of peace, for it is impossible for them to come here.

Secondly, exclude the monsters in the Tushi Palace, because they can't write such sentences.

Yuan has a peach?

Ning Shu shook his head, he had seen Yuan Youtao's words, which could be called a good 'wild grass'.

Of course, he hadn't seen Zhang's handwriting, but he had seen a fortune teller draw talismans, and it was a completely different handwriting.

He thought for a moment, found that there was no one around him, and then closed his eyes again, ready to continue sleeping, and after a while he opened his eyes again, stood up, and carefully looked at the words on the big bluestone in front of him.

I hadn't looked at it carefully because I wanted to rest, but after tasting it for a while, there was a faint fairy aura in the handwriting.

He found ...... This character is very similar to the calligraphy "Yulin Bell" that Yuan Youtao auctioned at the auction before.

"Yulin Ling" belongs to the Liu family, so this line of words on the bluestone is...... Willow everyone stayed.

Ning Shu was a little surprised, since he stepped into the boundary of Jinling City, the names of the Liu family often entered his ears, and what was even more amazing was that whether it was a street vendor or a rich lady, whether it was secular or a cultivation world, the legends of the Liu family were all circulating.

The words of the red dust word are engraved with holy words.

He was thinking about the distance.

He tasted expectation and loss from it, and the combination of the two words is an obsession.

Do the great cultivators above the Five Realms also have some worries?

What is the obsession of everyone in Liu?

The girls on the banks of the Qinhuai River, or the mystical realm above the Five Realms, or the Avenue of Eternal Life?

Ning Shu thought wildly.

When he went up the mountain this time, he didn't care about what he would get, so naturally he was not in a hurry to go, and everything was in line with his heart.

So he picked up the sword in his hand, stood in front of the bluestone, and copied it stroke by stroke.

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On the other side of the Garan Mountains, the sun shines brightly in the sky.

"Sister Gu, who has reached the end?"

"It's still that person. ”

"Oh, it's boring, so what are we going to do?"

"Look at the other person. ”

"And what's the other guy doing?"

"Writing. ”

"Does he not want immortal fate?"

"That wasn't his goal in the first place. ”

"Then why did he go up the mountain?"

"I guess I just want to see the view. ”

The woman in the dark blue robe said coldly, took out a handkerchief and wiped the food residue from the little girl who was questioning beside her, and then picked up the wine gourd around her waist and took a sip.

"Sister Gu, I want to drink it too. ”

"Small children can't drink. ”

The woman said indifferently with an expressionless face.

At this time, everyone was on the stone steps at the foot of Hanshan Temple, or resting, or moving forward.

Unbeknownst to him, there was someone on another hill not far away watching what was happening.

Like a bystander, like a tourist.

In front of the two of them was a lunch box with chopsticks, and the leftover snacks could be vaguely seen inside.

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On the edge of a lake in Los Angeles.

The environment is elegant, the fish in the water are fat, and the scales shine in the clear water.

As if it is often taken care of, the grass and trees on the shore are neat and tidy, and there is no sense of clutter.

Promenades, rain pavilions, cruise ships, each located where it should be.

There was a guy fishing at the lake.

"Your Majesty, you let the ministers find it easy. Shen Chao Daobu Shangshu Ji Xunli wiped the sweat from his forehead, panted slightly, and said, looking like he had run through many places to find the fisherman.

The person who fished was none other than His Majesty the Emperor of the current Divine Dynasty.

"What are you talking about, look at you, you are still a cultivator, come on, sit down and accompany me to catch fish. His Majesty the Emperor found a small bench out of nowhere and beckoned Ji Xunli to sit down.

"Her Royal Highness ran out again. ”

"This girl, let her go to Taifu to study with her brother, why do you run around every day?"

"The prince is in retreat, and the princess is watching with Mr. Gu, so it shouldn't hurt to think about it. ”

"Oh yes, how is this Luyang Guanyue?" Hearing Mr. Gu's three words, the frowning brows of the supreme ruler of the Divine Dynasty soothed, and then he seemed to suddenly think of what day it was, so he asked.

"That's why the minister came. ”

"Where has that kid from the Yue family gone?"

"Stuck on the trail. ”

After the lake was quiet for a while, His Majesty the Emperor was not angry, but Ji Xunli was like a quail, because he saw that the fishing rod in His Majesty's hand trembled slightly.

"It's not that he doesn't cultivate enough, it's that the mountain path is a little narrow, and it's really difficult for him. Ji Xunli explained in a low voice.

His Majesty the Emperor asked again, "What about Xie Ximeng?"

Ji Xunli suddenly felt that the small stool under his buttocks was a little hot, and he replied in an inaudible voice: "That kid didn't go." ”

When His Majesty the Emperor heard this, he put down the fishing rod in his hand, and Ji Xunli saw that he still dared to sit, so he hurriedly stood up, lowered his head, and stood straight to the side.

The emperor sighed and said, "Although this Luyang moon viewing is a matter of chance, my Divine Dynasty is inevitably too ...... this time Shame on you. ”

"Who got the fairy fate?"

Ji Xunli replied honestly: "Judging from the hour, it is still dark at this time in Naga Blue Mountain, and the moon has not yet reached its fullest, but the prince of the demon clan has already passed the stone steps and entered the Hanshan Temple. ”

"Go and call me Xie Ximeng's little bastard!"

"Yes. ”

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